I leave you.
Dear N
After one and a half year, all the things are still the same. I’m trying to figure out how can I will survive the rest of my live.
After all this time you still thinking the same, and I can’t do anything to change your mind. Sorry for the late nights, sorry for the pain, sorry to broke your heart.
Years ago, when I came to this town to “saw my girl” I received the worst notice that I ever though in my life. My girl didn’t was mine again and obviously was not your fault.
It’s time to see you grow, it’s time to see you be the girl you truly want… and that girl don’t want a boy like me next to you. Obviously was my fault… I’ve never was the guy you need and the one who help you to made your dreams came “true”….
I have a love/hate relationship with this city, Boston. When I was a child I dreamed to live here, and when I finally get my dream, the city stole the girl I really love. It’s hard to be here, walking on the streets, attending to Fenway, to the Garden and notice that you are not more beside me.
It’s weird that I wrote all this words in a web and never talk to you about it, but remember that you told me that you don’t have time for me. I’m here, drinking trying to express myself in a front of a computer, drawing my feelings on a paper wishing my draws comes true. I always remember you, I just need to take a look on my chest and see the ring that I bought for you, the one who I pretended to give you on Fenway Park watching the Sox game, the game that you refused went. But now I have it on my chest, hanging in my chain… remembering me all my faults… next to my heart.
I just want to say thanks for the laughs, thanks for dream with me, thanks for be always my bigger supporter, thanks for all the happy times… but specially thanks for the bad ones because that feelings teach me to really appreciate the good ones. I don’t have words to explain what I really want to say… but thank you so much.
I leave you, with this nonsense text…. Because I can’t love someone who don’t care about it, someone who are not mine, someone who forgot me….
Now you re the “joker” of my life…
All the best, and much…. much love.
P.

